Wilder, Winona - Choosing Love [Coming Out 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour ManLove)

by Winona Wilder

  “Is that so bad?”

  He turned to face him, breathless, and serious. “You’re drunk again, aren’t you?”

  “No.”

  “So, what are you thinking?”

  He swallowed hard. “That I want to touch you. So bad.”

  Waylon closed his eyes briefly as if savoring his words. He grabbed Cal’s hand and pressed it to his crotch. The bulge in his pants was rock hard, making Cal nearly come in his own jeans. “That’s because of you.”

  “Take me upstairs,” Cal whispered, desperate to discover his friend’s body more intimately. He’d been dreaming about this day for years, imaging what it would feel like if Waylon wanted him back. It was all like a beautiful dream.

  “If I take you upstairs, I’m going to strip you naked and fuck you.”

  “About time.”

  Cal followed Waylon’s quick steps up the path to the apartment. He could barely walk with his erection pressing painfully in his pants. His breathing was erratic at best as he anticipated what was to come. Once secluded in the elevator, Waylon crushed his weight against Cal and joined lips in a passion-filled kiss. Cal didn’t hold back, but melted into the man he loved, enjoying the taste and feel of his lips. Just as they began to explore with their tongues, the elevator chimed and Waylon pulled back, grabbing Cal by the hand and nearly dragging him out the door.

  He imagined this night would be fast and furious with both of them pent up like horny bulls. Neither of them had to worry about the delicate, soft body of a woman. They were both hard, strong males, made for roughhousing, and he looked forward to it.

  Waylon fiddled with his keys and fought with the lock. Cal couldn’t resist touching him. A hand to the shoulder was all it took to undo his friend. He finally got the door open and slammed it shut once they were in. Without turning on the lights or taking off his boots, Waylon cupped Cal’s face in his big, rough hands and kissed him again.

  “You’re the sexiest man alive. I hope you know that,” Waylon said between kisses. Cal believed him. His sincerity came through with every word, every kiss, and Cal had to balance the lust and emotion playing within him.

  “Every woman in the college is lusting after you.” Cal felt like he got the better end of the deal with the heartthrob star quarterback. Waylon pulled off his shirt, his body hard toned as if etched in marble. The streetlights from the window gave just enough illumination to the small apartment that Cal could savor every contour of muscle of Waylon’s torso.

  “Too bad they can’t have me.”

  Cal bent over, trailing his tongue down his friend’s chest before suckling his small brown nipple. His need to suck, to taste, to become consumed by Waylon’s presence, blinded him from any rational thought. He bent lower, inhaling the man’s unique scent deeply as he went, unbuckling his jeans. “Cal, don’t. I won’t be able to hold on.”

  Cal ignored his friend’s plea and let his jeans coil at his knees, followed by his boxer briefs a moment later. Waylon’s erection pointed out proud and thick. Without hesitation, Cal licked the swollen head, knowing exactly how to play with his tongue and mouth to make the man moan in ecstasy. They were both men. Both knew what pleasured their bodies, their cocks, so there were no guessing games. Cal sucked Waylon’s cock greedily, enjoying the thick heat and silky feel on his tongue. He deep throated the rigid shaft, which earned him Waylon’s immediate response. He fisted his hair until it stung, but it hurt so fucking good. He could have stopped any time, should have, but he was desperate to taste his cum, to bond with the man he loved in this most intimate way.

  Waylon was close, barely able to take a deep breath, when he pulled him off the slippery dick. Cal licked his lips and stood up to his full height, looking Waylon eye to eye.

  “Take your shirt off,” Waylon ordered. “And your pants.” As Cal complied, pulling off his shirt and slipping out of his jeans, Waylon also kicked off his boots and pants. Together in the dim room, completely naked, both with hard, erect cocks, Cal’s only concern was fucking. A primal need for release, and not by his own hand.

  “Look at you. Fuck.” Waylon traced the ridges along Cal’s six pack abs lower and lower until he gripped his cock in a firm fist. Cal shuddered and let out a strangled moan. He’d never been touched like this, but he needed it more than air. “You’re perfect. Your dick is perfect.” Waylon pumped him a few times until Cal had to grip his friend’s shoulders for balance. He needed to feel the heat of Waylon’s body against his, skin to skin.

  “Kiss me. Please,” said Cal. They kissed and necked, their arms a tangle around each other. Cal pressed himself against the other man’s body, enjoying the heat, strength and hard cock nudging his own aroused dick. “I’ve never done this,” Cal admitted.

  “I’ve never been with a man, either.” Cal wondered if he had to compete with Waylon’s hetero sexual memories. But as two strong hands kneaded his ass, pulling him tight against Waylon’s erection, his doubts began to fade. No woman could give him what he was capable of. He could give him everything, and he was willing to do anything to please his man.

  “I don’t know what to do, but I need you to fuck me, Waylon.” Their dicks battled as each of them continued to thrust against one another. His friend broke free, heading toward the bathroom at the other end of the apartment. He came back within a minute carrying a medium-sized tube of lubricant. Cal’s balls pulsed, knowing he was about to get fucked by his true love. He’d enjoy every second, no matter how painful.

  “You sure about this?” Waylon asked, flipping open the lid to the tube.

  “I’m not a pussy. I can handle your cock.” He held out his hand, and Waylon squirted out a healthy heap of clear lubricant into his palm. Cal proceeded to stroke the sticky substance over the other man’s dick, completely coating it. He couldn’t help but wonder if he’d get a chance to switch places with Waylon, but right now he didn’t care.

  “Turn around,” said Waylon. Cal turned and leaned over the top of the sofa. Waylon’s hand smoothed down his backbone sending shivers skittering across his skin. A finger trailed down the smooth seam of his ass. He automatically tightened, and then forced himself to relax. “That’s it, Cal. Don’t tense up.” A wet, slippery finger penetrated his asshole, which made his cock jump to life. There was no pain, just an odd sense of fullness, along with millions of sensitive nerves firing to life. He couldn’t help the moan that escaped his lips. Waylon reached under him and began stroking his cock with his free hand. One hand pumped his length, while the other continued to play with his ass. Two fingers slowly thrust in and out, prepping him for Waylon’s monster cock. Damn, he wanted every inch of him penetrating deep and fucking him hard. Without easing up either hand, his lover leaned over him and nipped his shoulder. “I can’t wait another second. I’ll try and take it easy.”

  Waylon continued masturbating Cal with one hand but gently removed his fingers and replaced them with the head of his cock. It felt huge and thick against Cal’s virgin hole. With gentle nudging he pressed forward, stretching Cal’s tight sphincter muscle.

  “Fuck, you’re tight, Cal. You have no idea how good you feel.”

  “Just do it. You’re killing me.” He imagined it was like ripping off a bandage. It hurt more pulling if off slowly. Waylon complied, sliding his big dick all the way into his ass. Not rough, but with a firm consistent pressure. Cal grabbed the material of the sofa in a firm grip and clamped his jaw down tight as he accepted Waylon’s length. Once embedded fully with his pubic hair tight against Cal’s ass, Waylon let out a shuddering breath.

  “I could get used to this.” Waylon groaned. “You’re a beautiful sight under me like this. I’ve fucking dreamed of this day.”

  Cal couldn’t believe it was true himself. He was connected with the man he fell in love with years earlier. Keeping his feelings bottled up all that time made the experience that much more fulfilling. He savored the cock in his ass, wiggling around to stretch himself to ease the uncomfortable fullness. Tightening his musc
les around Waylon, he got the desired response. His friend cursed and began to thrust. Slowly at first, he quickly picked up the pace. The longer he continued, the more relaxed Cal became until the different levels of pleasure threatened to undo him.

  Waylon gripped his hips with both hands, firmly holding him as he fucked him from behind. Cal pumped his own dick to match the rhythm his friend set. He was transported to a new plane of pleasure and began to see stars in the dark room as his orgasm loomed closer and closer.

  “Harder!” he demanded. Waylon reached up and gripped his shoulders, pumping the full length of steely dick into his ass in rapid succession. He couldn’t hold on another second, thick ejaculate releasing from his own cock, spraying the side of the sofa as he collapsed forward. Waylon joined him, bucking wildly against him until his seed filled Cal’s ass and the cock inside him began to turn flaccid.

  “You okay?” Waylon asked.

  He turned slightly. “How long do you need to recuperate?”

  Chapter Six

  The following morning Waylon stirred in bed, only remembering who shared the space when his hand slid across a smooth expanse of flesh. He leaned up on one elbow and studied Cal’s muscular back as it rose and fell in the depths of sleep. His world finally felt complete. He knew this was the right path, the one he continually avoided just to fit in with societal expectations. Never, not a day, did Steph make him feel this satisfied, this complete. Nothing could compare to Cal’s tight ass, beautiful hard body, or skilled lips. His cock stirred to life just remembering the long night of fucking. He’d taken Cal’s virginity, but not carelessly. He planned to be there for the other man, to love him, protect him—everything expected of a boyfriend. Their relationship wouldn’t even change much since they were already best friends, spending all their free time together. Now they just got the perk of mind-blowing sex.

  After placing a soft kiss on Cal’s bare shoulder, he slipped off the bed and headed to the bathroom for a shower before classes. He’d have to face that fucking history teacher today and didn’t look forward to it. When he had found Cal and Mr. Hawke alone together, he lost it. He only saw red as the green monster within him clawed to the surface. The new sense of ownership, of bonding, overwhelmed him. At that moment, he knew he was irrevocably in love with Cal. No going back.

  “So what happens today?” Cal emerged from the shower as Waylon scrambled eggs in the kitchenette. He looked sinfully sexy with just a towel wrapped low on his hips.

  “What do you mean? We go to school. Same as always.”

  “What about Stephanie?” Ah, Stephanie. Even though they hardly saw each other lately, and both knew it was a relationship of convenience, it was always hard to break it off with someone.

  “I’ll deal with her. Don’t worry about that.” He plated the eggs and carried them to the counter. “Come eat.”

  Cal watched him as they ate. He knew there was something on his mind, but he was holding back. Did he have regrets? Did he worry about the future like Waylon did?

  “You’re not gonna start shit with Evan today, are you?”

  “Why would I? You said there was nothing between the two of you, right?”

  “Right.”

  Waylon scowled. There was more to it than that, but he didn’t want to sour the day with another jealous outburst.

  Morning light filtered through the blinds giving the room a bright, cheery glow. Cal continued to play with his food, trailing his fork through his eggs. “Have you told anyone?”

  He didn’t have to elaborate. No, Waylon hadn’t told anyone about his sexuality. He hid it like a pro. He had no plans of coming out of the closet officially, but knew enough to be honest with his own needs now. No way would he lose Cal over a long-held denial. “No.”

  “Nobody?”

  “It’s not something I’m proud of, Cal. I mean, it’s who I am, but I’m not stupid enough that I expect anyone to accept me.” He leaned forward and ran a hand through Cal’s damp hair. “What about you?”

  He scoffed. “I told my mom, and she told my stepdad. Big mistake.”

  “What happened?”

  “He beat the shit out of me.” Cal shrugged to replicate indifference, but he could see the pain in his eyes. “He told me I was an abomination to God. After that day, I wasn’t welcomed back home. I moved around from place to place, job to job, and saved my money. College doesn’t come cheap, but at least I can say I earned my tuition myself.”

  “But you’re only twenty-two now. Shit, you were way too young to be surviving on your own, Cal.” He leaned over and kissed him. “I’m sorry. Nobody will ever hurt you again. I promise.”

  Cal shook his head. “It’s okay. I’ve had a couple years to get over it.” He pulled away and sat straighter. “Actually, talking with Evan helped me a lot.”

  “Evan? You’ve only known him, what, a couple weeks?”

  “He’s the only one I talked to since telling my mom. The way he explained things to me really made sense. He’s not ashamed of who he is.”

  Waylon slid off the stool and began putting on his boots. “That’s great,” he said with as much enthusiasm as he felt. He didn’t like Cal having a connection with Evan. What gay man in his right mind wouldn’t want a piece of Cal? Waylon didn’t plan on sharing now that he had found the best thing in his life.

  Nobody, not even Evan, could change Waylon’s ideas or perceptions. His oldest brother was abroad serving in the army. His second oldest brother was out of state attending university. The other two were still home on their family ranch, working a man’s day. Shit, his father had been brutal when raising them. He could still hear the common phrases if they showed any sign of weakness. “Are you a little girl?” “Are you a faggot?” “Do you wear pants or a skirt?” It’s how they were all raised, so he knew for a fact he’d never be accepted if he revealed his love for Cal. No teacher could change that.

  * * * *

  The murmur of conversation dropped to a hush as Evan cleared his throat to garner the students’ attention. Did he continually look towards Cal, or was he only hyper aware of two specific men in the room?

  Cal looked to his right only to find Waylon leaning back in his seat, a cold mask of disinterest on his face. Nobody messed with him, and for good reason. He oozed power and dominance with just a look and had the muscle to back it up. Waylon seemed to be compensating, acting extra tough with his classmates as if trying to prove he was all man. Just glancing at Waylon made Cal’s cock firm up, so he looked away.

  The only problem was their professor had a similar effect on him. Being casual Friday, Evan wore khakis and a fitted black T-shirt. He looked sexy as hell. Now that Cal knew what it felt like to be intimate with a man, he couldn’t control his body’s response. No, he would never stray on Waylon, but he hated the urge that wouldn’t go away, especially knowing how jealous his boyfriend was of their teacher.

  Although he managed to get most of his in-class work done, he had to continually remind himself why he was there—to make a better life for himself. It was easy to lose track of time daydreaming about Waylon, the future, the possibilities, but he needed to focus. The past couple weeks were nearly a write-off as his mind was buried under an avalanche of despair without his best friend on his side. Cal had things to prove. He wanted to show his mother and stepfather that he had made it on his own, that he wasn’t a failure or waste of breath. He wanted to make a difference and obtain a rewarding career.

  When class ended, he noticed Stephanie waiting in the hall through the open door, and he cringed. He wondered if Waylon would be able to follow through with the breakup. Popularity seemed so important to his friend that it overshadowed everything.

  Evan stood at the end of Waylon’s aisle as the students filed out of the room. Cal watched with interest.

  “I’d like to see you for a minute after class,” said Evan after Waylon neared him.

  He only nodded, his chin raised slightly in a display of defiance, his thick arms crossed over his c
hest. Waylon and the teacher were about the same height. Although Evan was thick and hard, he wasn’t as built as Waylon. Not many were.

  After the last student left, both men turned to look at Cal, who’d been glued to his chair. Would there be a fight, a nasty confrontation? “I’ll see you tomorrow, Cal,” said Evan, dismissing him. Should he be worried that Evan wanted to speak with Waylon alone? He packed up his books and left the room, only to wait in the hall in earshot if something bad happened. His boyfriend couldn’t understand the gift Evan had given him. The night Cal had spent at their teacher’s house had been liberating. He taught Cal not to be ashamed, to accept who he was, and go after what he wanted. Nobody had ever made him feel like he wasn’t a mistake, a freak of nature. He treasured those few hours, and apparently so did many other young men. Although hush-hush at school, Evan was open with his sexuality in the real world. He even taught a public group twice a week at the community center, instilling the same positive message he did with Cal. Maybe he’d be able to open Waylon’s eyes, too?

  Stephanie glanced over at him with a frown. He always knew she was jealous of him, just as he had been of her. Even being Waylon’s girlfriend, she could never compete with the close relationship between the two men. No doubt she’d blame him when Waylon broke it off with her.

  Within minutes, she bored of waiting and stomped off, talking on her cell phone. The lunch crowd filled the halls and slowed down to a few stragglers. Where the fuck was Waylon? He’d been in the class for over half an hour already. There was no other exit, so what was going on? Cal couldn’t take the suspense. Besides, he was starving and supposed to grab some lunch with his friend.

  He listened at the door but heard nothing. Slowly turning the knob, he peered into the empty room and saw row after row of abandoned desks and chairs, and then stepped inside without a noise, sealing himself in. His soft-soled sneakers barely made a sound as he walked toward the only other door in the room—the teacher’s office.