The Bogus Boyfriend

by Rebecca James

  “Wait. The lube’s in my bag.” Damon left me a moment, and when he turned around with the lube, his eyes traveled over me appreciatively. I started to take my glasses off, but he said, “No, leave them on. I like them.” He crawled back onto the bed.

  “You need a lot of prep?” he asked.

  “It’s been a while.” A long while, but I didn’t want to say that. “But I play around at home. I’m not worried. You have a condom, right?”

  Damon held one up to show me, then lubed a finger and slowly pushed it inside me. I accepted the intrusion pretty easily, especially with him trailing kisses down my neck like he was, so he added another finger. He was so sexy. I wanted to lick every one of his tattoos.

  “Can’t wait to get in there,” he said.

  “Do it. Please.” I was losing control.

  “Put it on me.” He handed me the condom, and my hands shook as I eased it over the wide crown and down the long, veiny shaft.

  Damon was careful, but it still hurt when he breached me. I bit my lip, holding in the cry that wanted to escape. The last thing I wanted was for him to pull out. I held onto his shoulders until he was all the way in, and then our eyes met for one, long, protracted moment. And then, with my legs draped over his arms and my ass lifted off the bed, Damon began thrusting into me. My hands slipped to his biceps, and I arched my back, making little oof noises every time his cock passed over my prostate. I’d forgotten how good it felt to fuck, or maybe it had never felt this good before.

  “Yeah, take it,” Damon said, and I moaned.

  “You’re so big,” I said. “Feels like a fucking steel pole.” I bit my lip as he pounded me harder.

  “In a good way, right?” he said, grinning.

  I nodded. “Definitely. Ah…there, yeah. Like that. Oh, my God!”

  He was fucking me with the stamina of a bull in heat, and I was spiraling toward nirvana, my cock leaking a gooey trail between us. I reached for it, stroking it with every thrust of Damon’s cock until I hit the pinnacle.

  “Fu-uck!” Damon yelled, tensing over me as we both lost it.

  Holy shit, I was going to be sore the next day.

  Damon

  I woke up sometime in the night, my back cold but my front toasty where I was pressed up against Collin. We’d never managed to get under the covers—had fallen asleep where we’d lain after I’d cleaned us up with a towel. I pulled away and gazed at Collin’s round ass. I ran my fingers over it, watching goosebumps pop up over the pale skin. He had those two indentations above his ass that I’d always liked on a man. I ran my index finger along his spine, and he murmured and shifted on the bed, raising one knee, giving me a glimpse between his crack. I leaned down and softly kissed where my finger had trailed until I got to his neck and nuzzled and kissed there too.

  Slowly, Collin rolled over and grinned up at me. “Is it morning?”

  I shook my head. We’d closed the drapes, and the room was dark except for the light coming from the bathroom. “Want to get under the covers?”

  He nodded and sat up. “I’m going to go to the bathroom first.”

  When he returned, he crawled under the sheets with me and pressed his body against mine. I held him, nose buried in his thick hair, thinking about how good it felt to be there with him. It was oddly easy, even though we barely knew one another. Collin ran his hand down my chest and tugged at my pubic hair, and I groaned.

  “Like that?” he asked.

  I nodded, and he tugged again before easing his hand down to cradle my balls. I was getting hard at the attention.

  “Can I suck you?” Collin asked.

  “I was hoping you would,” I said, and he smiled and ducked under the covers. The next second, my cock was enveloped in his warm mouth. Gentle suction combined with soft licks quickly brought me to full hardness.

  “Collin,” I whispered as my fingers wandered to curl into his hair, pushing back the covers enough that I could see him going down on me. “That’s…so good. Love your mouth.” He sucked me harder, and I moaned and thrust upward. “Sorry,” I said when he gagged, but he rallied and took me all the way in again. The tip of my cock pushed on the back of his throat, and I felt him swallow. “Oh my God!” I thrust up again, and this time Collin didn’t gag as he took me all the way to the back of his throat. The third time he swallowed around the head, I came with a shout.

  “That was awesome,” I panted when he came out from under the covers, looking disheveled and sexy as hell. “You’re really good at that.”

  He blushed and smirked a little. “Thanks.”

  “Come up here.” I tugged at him until he straddled my chest. “Closer,” I said, and when he was near enough, I ran my thumb over his balls, watching him shiver before I ducked to take one into my mouth, so hungry for him. Collin let out a surprised cry and fell forward to clutch the headboard as I licked the soft, loose skin until it tightened, then turned my attention to the other one, squeezing his ass in my hands while I pleasured him.

  “Damon, God, please, yes!” His excitement got me hard again. He made me so damn horny. We definitely had chemistry. I wanted to lean him over a table, fuck him in the shower, sixty-nine with him, rim his sweet, round ass…about a million things. Collin’s hard cock bobbed over my face as I continued to suck his nuts. The musky scent of him filled my nostrils, making me desperate for him. I clasped his cock, tugging it upward, and pushed my tongue under his balls, loving the way his legs shook and he gasped and cried out. I sucked at the salty skin of his taint, but when I tried to inch farther back, he resisted. Since he seemed so reserved, I suspected he didn’t have a lot of experience in the bedroom, and damn if I didn’t find that hot as hell too.

  He reached for the pack of condoms I’d left on the table and pulled one out of the foil. My body thrummed as I realized what he was going to do. I held my breath while he rolled the rubber down my aching dick and then groaned when he slowly lowered himself onto it.

  “Holy shit,” I said when he was sitting on me. He smiled, looking proud of himself. Glasses askew and hair rumpled, he was the vision of a sexy, debauched geek. I imagined I was a football player who had stumbled into the computer lab and been jumped. I enjoyed the fantasy as Collin began to move, fucking himself on me with a little grunt every time my cock hit a certain spot. I grabbed his hips and tried to help, but he wouldn’t allow it, so I rested back and let him have control. Sweat ran down his chest and his mouth fell open, pink tongue poking out as he undulated over me. Our eyes locked and tingling pleasure began in my groin. I wanted to last—should have been able to—but he was so damned hot the way he kept dipping forward so his cock rubbed against the hair on my stomach. Searing pleasure rushed up from the base of my spine, imploding just as Collin began to speed up, riding me like there was no tomorrow. I reached to clasp our hands, and we both cried out in pleasure. Collin’s legs gripped my sides, and I grabbed his thighs as jizz spurted from his cock onto my chest and chin. Bracing my feet on the bed, I pumped hard into him until I came, mind blanking out for a long moment as pleasure shattered over me.

  When we were cuddled together again, Collin took off his glasses and placed them behind him on the table. I was already falling asleep, my fingers trailing over Collin’s back, when he suddenly asked, voice groggy, “What did you say to Braden last night? When we were walking to the club? He gave me such a funny look.”

  I had to think about it a minute before I remembered.

  I chuckled. “I told him you were a demon in bed.”

  He leaned up to look at me. “Are you kidding? No wonder he looked at me in disbelief.”

  I cocked an eyebrow. “I wasn’t wrong, was I? Wasn’t that you riding my cock like it was Friday night at the Yee Haw Tavern, and I was the mechanical bull?”

  Collin made a face. “‘The Yee Haw Tavern’?”

  I shrugged. “Sorry. Couldn’t think of a better name at the spur of the moment.”

  He laughed and lay back down, and I resumed stroking his back.
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  It wasn’t long until we both fell asleep.

  Collin

  Sunday began a lot like Saturday, except my ass was sore and I woke up with a gorgeous man beside me. Damon had a big cock, and I had ridden it pretty enthusiastically. God, it had felt great to have sex again. But I was under no delusion that what we’d done was on par with anything else I’d ever experienced; sex with Damon had been phenomenal. I was so comfortable with him, I could just let go, and I was so attracted to his body, everything he said and did turned me on. Remembering looking down at his face as he’d mouthed my balls, my cock instantly hardened.

  “What are you thinking about?” Damon asked. “You’re blushing.”

  My mouth fell open. “Uh…”

  He grinned. “Yeah, it was good, wasn’t it?”

  Heat suffused my face, but I nodded.

  “I’m starved,” I said.

  “Same. Let’s take a quick shower and go down to eat.”

  Of course, showering together turned into more, and by the time we hit the buffet, my bones felt rubbery from having come so hard. Since I was sore from the pounding he’d given me the night before, we hadn’t fucked in the shower, but Damon had sucked me, and then I’d sucked him, managing a second orgasm with my hand while I did.

  Looking down at my plate, I pushed my eggs around with my fork and said, “I’m not usually that…” I couldn’t find the word I needed.

  “Enthusiastic?” Damon supplied, and I flicked a piece of scrambled egg at him. He laughed. “It’s okay to say you enjoyed it, Collin. If you didn’t, we were doing something wrong. For the record, I enjoyed it too.”

  I wished I could stop blushing. “Are we going to see your grandmother again?”

  He looked surprised. “You want to go with me again?”

  “Sure. I liked her. I mean, if you want me to. I don’t have to.”

  “Of course I do. I’m glad you like her; she’s great. She practically raised me and Elise before my mother met Ted, my step-dad.”

  “Elise is your sister who’s coming soon?”

  Damon nodded. “She’s taking a couple weeks off to get Nana settled in at home with a nurse.”

  “I guess Nana’s your mom’s mother?” I asked, curious.

  “Yeah. My biological father died in an accident shortly after I was born. Elise was two.”

  “That’s terrible,” I said, imagining a young mother losing her husband. “It must have been really difficult for your mom to raise two little kids.”

  “Yeah, but like I said, she had Nana’s help. Then she met Ted, who was here on a business trip. Mom was waiting tables at a restaurant where he had a meeting. They hit it off, and to make a long story short, Elise and I wound up in Pennsylvania with him.”

  I smiled. “I’d wondered if you’d ever lived here.” I shook my head. “I can’t believe we’ve pulled off being boyfriends when we know so little about each other.”

  “What about you?” he asked. “You said you went to high school in Virginia? But you’re from Nebraska.”

  “My mom met my father while on a trip to DC. She moved there for him. He worked for the government, but when he retired early, we moved to Nebraska where Mom’s from. My parents still live there, but we don’t talk.” I tried not to think about it. I didn’t want Damon to feel sorry for me.

  He reached for my hand and squeezed it. “That must be tough.”

  “I’m used to it. The whole coming out thing was too much for them, and I had to get away, so I took the job in Nashville six years ago, and I like it there. People are so friendly down South. I live in a nice complex and my job’s good. No complaints.”

  “But you don’t get out much,” Damon guessed.

  I glanced at him. “Not really. I’m too busy.”

  He got out his wallet and tossed some money on the table for the tab. I immediately went for my wallet, but Damon shook his head. “You can get lunch.”

  I smiled, liking the idea of having lunch with him. We hadn’t discussed the day past visiting his grandmother, and I hadn’t been sure how much I would see him. The trip would have been so lonely if I hadn’t met him.

  My phone rang as we walked out of the restaurant.

  “Is that the Pokemon theme song?” Damon asked, a smile spreading over his face.

  “No,” I quickly answered the phone. It was definitely the Pokemon theme song.

  “Hello?”

  “Hey, Col, this is Andi. Hope I didn’t wake you up.”

  “Hi, Andi. No, Damon and I just had breakfast, and we’re headed to the hospital to visit his grandmother.” Wow, we really did sound like a couple. A warm feeling settled over me as Damon held the door open, and I stepped out into the cool morning air, sounds of traffic surrounding us.

  “We were hoping all of us could meet tonight to catch up while our significant others see a movie. You and Damon interested?”

  “Uh, hold on. I’ll ask.”

  I muted the phone and relayed the message to Damon, adding that he shouldn’t feel obligated to go; I could make an excuse for him.

  “Naw, I don’t have anything better to do. I could have dinner with Nana at the hospital and then meet them.”

  I unmuted the phone and finalized the plans with Andi.

  “I’m not sure I’m looking forward to ‘catching up’ with them,” I said as we climbed into the Uber we’d ordered. I winced as I sat down a little too hard, and Damon gave me a look that was like flames licking my balls, undoubtedly remembering why my ass hurt.

  “Maybe it’s a good idea,” he said after we’d seatbelted ourselves in. “You can decide if you want to be friends with them from here on out or make a clean break. They don’t seem like such bad guys. Even Braden has his funny moments.”

  “Yeah. I was remembering him back at high school. I used to think he was so crazy, but now I sort of see him differently. I wanted to tell him. I guess tonight’s my chance.”

  Our visit with Damon’s grandmother lasted longer this time, with the conversation mostly surrounding my life. Evidently, she and Damon talked on the phone all the time, and she knew everything he had going on. We found we had a common interest in antiques, and soon the conversation became so animated, I completely forgot about Damon until I looked over to see him smiling softly at us from his chair.

  “God, sorry, Damon. Are we boring you?”

  “Not at all. I’m glad Nana has someone to talk antiques with.”

  “So, you two,” Nana said, looking at each of us speculatively. “Are you just friends or special friends?”

  It was Damon’s turn to blush for a change. “Nana!”

  “What?” She looked at us innocently.

  “I’m not answering that,” he said.

  “I guess I’ve got my answer, then,” Nana returned, looking smug, and it was kind of funny seeing how red Damon got.

  Then she asked, “What’s gay sex like?” And I dropped the cup I was holding. By the time I retrieved it from under the bed, Damon had reprimanded his grandmother for embarrassing me.

  “Sorry. I was just curious,” she said, shrugging.

  “It’s fine,” I said, but I couldn’t look at her.

  “Just fine?” she asked, sounding amused.

  I spluttered. “No, I mean—”

  “It’s just like any other sex, Nana,” Damon told her. He winked at me. “Really good.”

  When it was time to go, I suggested an Italian place we’d passed on the way. Things were so easy with him. I’d always thought being in a relationship would be a lot of work—not that we were in a real relationship—but if it was anything like this weekend, maybe I was doing myself a disservice by keeping to myself all the time.

  We stopped in a couple of interesting-looking shops on the way to the restaurant, and Damon purchased a few small items for friends. I didn’t have co-workers or even friends to speak of, but I bought a paperweight with the skyline of New York City for my own desk.

  Lunch passed quickly, and when I’d
paid the bill, Damon said, “What do you want to do until tonight? More sightseeing?”

  “Would I seem like a wimp if I said I’d like to take a nap?” I asked sheepishly. I was worn out.

  Damon looked relieved. “Thank God. I don’t know what it is about this city, but it exhausts me.”

  We called a cab and went back to the hotel.

  “Want to nap together?” Damon said on the way up to our floor. “I don’t mean that as a come-on,” he hurried to add. “I just thought—”

  “I’m disappointed it wasn’t a come-on,” I surprised myself by saying. “Nothing like a good orgasm to help you sleep.”

  Damon grinned, and I was hard before we made it to his door. One make-out session with mutual hand jobs later, we both fell asleep.

  Damon

  “You like him,” Nana said after she won the third checker game.

  “Huh? Who?” I asked, clearing the board.

  She made an impatient sound. “Collin, of course.”

  “Of course I like him.”

  “I mean like him, like him,” Nana said. “I can tell. You have that look when he’s with you.”

  “What look?” I asked, sliding the checker board into the box and putting on the lid.

  “The look I had with Marty.”

  I stopped and met her knowing gaze. I’d never met my grandfather, but I’d heard the love in my grandmother’s voice when she talked about him.

  “Nana, Collin and I hardly know one another. We just met the day before yesterday.”

  “That doesn’t matter a bit. I knew Marty was the one before the end of our first date.”

  I swallowed. I couldn’t deny I really liked Collin. I’d been attracted to him immediately, and sex with him was off the charts fantastic. He was fun to be with, and things were easy with him.

  “I want to keep seeing him, but we live in different states. I’m not sure how it will work.”